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Huma college ki cafeteria mein ek corner table par baithi aaram se apni chocolate-loaded cold coffee ke maze le rahi thi. Cafeteria mein behad shor-sharaba tha. Pure college mein ek alag hi chahal-pahal thi, kyunki aaj juniors ka welcome fest—fresher's party shuru hone wali thi. Har taraf colorful banners, balloons aur mic testing ki aawazein aa rahi thin: "Hello, mic testing, one-two-three..."
Huma ne cold coffee ki straw se ek lamba sip liya aur wahan ghoom rahe naye-naye darr-sehme freshers ko dekhne lagi. Unhe dekh kar use apne college ke shuruati din yaad aa gaye, jab woh bhi aisi hi sahmi hui masoom chidiya ban kar ghoomti thi.
Lekin unhi lamhon ke beech, use apne freshman year ka ek aisa kaand kissa yaad aa gaya jise soch kar hi uski muniya mein thodi gudgudi hone lagi. Usne yaad kiya ki kaise ek lambe, chode senior ne—jo us waqt student council ka lead tha aur bade roob mein tha—use registration line se utha kar dushala room (backstage storage) mein documents verify karne ke bahane bula liya tha. Huma tab ekdum naye-naye suit mein sharif ban kar aayi thi. Senior ne use raub dikhate hue room lock kiya aur uski gulabi salwar ka nada khol kar use wahan rakhe plastic ke purane drums par jhuka diya tha. Senior ke mote auzaar ne jab pehli baar Huma ki tight aur gili chut ko choda tha, toh Huma ne shor machane ke bajaye pura maza liya tha.
"Uff... pehla din aur pehli chudai... woh bhi registrar office ke theek peeche," Huma ne man hi man socha aur sharm se laal ho gayi. Usne jaldi se cold coffee ka cup table par rakha aur apne chehre par haath pherte hue khud ko sambhala. "Shit! Koi dekh lega to sochenge main pata nahi kya soch kar blushing kar rahi hoon. Ek toh ye tharak bhi na, kahin bhi shuru ho jati hai."
Huma abhi apne kapde aur dupatta thik karke class ki taraf jaane ke liye khadi hi hui thi ki cafeteria ke exit door par aate hi peeche se kisi ne zor se chilla kar uska naam pukara:
"Huma! Huma! Ruko yaar!"
Huma ne mud kar dekha. Dance club ki do members—Nisha aur Riya—haanphate hue uski taraf bhaag kar aa rahi thin. Unke chehron par aisi ghabraahat thi jaise unhone kisi chapri ka 8-inch ka auzaar dekh liya ho.
Huma ne rukte hue poocha, "Kya hua tum dono ko? Aise kyun bhaag rahi ho?"
Nisha ne Huma ka haath pakad liya, "Yaar Huma, shukr hai tu mil gayi! Tujhe abhi ke abhi fresher fest mein perform karna hoga!"
Huma ke hosh ud gaye. Usne hairani se apni badi-badi aankhein failayi aur boli, "Kya?! Pagal ho gayi ho kya? Main kyun perform karoon? Main toh dance club ki official performer bhi nahi hoon aur na hi maine koi practice ki hai!"
Riya ne ghabra kar kaha, "Arrey sun toh sahi! Jo ladki main lead mein perform karne wali thi, uska pair mud gaya hai aur woh chal bhi nahi pa rahi."
Huma ne turant dimaag lagaya, "Kaun? Farzana?"
"Haan! Farzana! Woh abhi college ke nurse's office mein hai. Jaldi chal humare sath!" Nisha ne Huma ko khinchte hue kaha.
Huma bina kuch soche-samjhe nurse's office ki taraf bhaagi. Raste mein juniors aur seniors use dekh rahe the, par Huma ki poori tawajju Farzana par thi.
Jaise hi Huma ne nurse's office ka darwaza khola, usne dekha ki Farzu (Farzana) ek bed par baithi thi. Uske ek pair par bandage bandha hua tha aur uske haath mein ice pack tha. Farzana ka chehra rona-rona ho rakha tha aur aasu tapak rahe the. Usne jaise hi Huma ko andar aate dekha, uski aankhon mein umeed ki kiran chamak uthi.
"Humaaa!" Farzu lagbhag rote hue chillayi aur Huma ke gale lag gayi. "Meri kismat hi kharab hai yaar! Stage ke peeche chalte-chulte mera pair udhar pade ek wiring board par phisal gaya aur ab dekho... itna bada sprain ho gaya!"
Huma ne uske pair ko dekha, "Arrey baap re! Par ab kya hoga? Show toh agle 15 minute mein shuru hone wala hai!"
Farzu ne Huma ke dono haath pakad liye, uski aankhon mein aansu the aur woh rote-rote boli, "Huma, meri jaan, please meri jagah tu perform kar le! Agar humne show cancel kiya toh dance club ki beizzati ho jayegi. Aur tu toh mera poora dance routine jaanti hai!"
Huma ne apna haath peeche khinchte hue chidkar kaha, "Farzu, tu dimaag se khisak gayi hai kya? Mujhe dhang se chalna nahi aata aur tu keh rahi hai ki main itne bade crowd ke samne stage par dance karoon? Mujhse nahi hoga!"
Farzu ne haath jodte hue kaha, "Arrey koshish toh kar! Wahan stage par bas chote kapde pehan kar thoda thumka lagana hai, baki sab lighting aur crowd sambhal lega!"
Huma ko Farzu par bada gussa aaya. "Saali! Khud ka pair tod kar baith gayi aur ab mujhe sabke samne nanga karke nachana chahti hai!" Par Farzu uski best friend thi, aur uski rote hue shakal dekh kar Huma ka dil pighal gaya. Huma ne apna gussa thukte hue kaha, "Chal theek hai! Tere liye kar rahi hoon ye, baad mein iska hisab lungi."
Huma jaldi se dance club ke room mein gayi jahan baki ladkiyan costume aur makeup lekar tayyar khadi thin. Kuch hi der mein Farzu bhi nurse's office se dard ke maare langdate aur karrahte hue kisi tarah wahan aa pahunchi. Woh bhale hi chal nahi pa rahi thi, par apni best friend ka hausla badhane ke liye usne sara dard bardasht kiya aur wahan chali aayi. Nisha ne turant apne phone par woh dance routine play kiya jo Farzana ko perform karna tha. Gaana tha—"Kala Chashma".
Huma ne jaise hi screen par Katrina Kaif ke fast-paced hip-hop steps aur jumping moves dekhe, uske haath-pair phool gaye. Huma ne chillate hue kaha, "Oye! Ye kya hai? Ye ladki toh bandar ki tarah ud rahi hai! Itne advanced steps mere se is 10 minute mein kaise honge? Main toh pehle hi step par stage se neeche gir jaungi!"
Dance club ki baki ladkiyan bhi pareshan ho gayin. Sab aapas mein bahas karne lagin ki ab kaun sa gaana lagayein aur kya karein.
Tabhi Huma ki nazar YouTube par chal rahe usi clip ke side mein ek doosre suggested track par padi. Woh ek mashhoor Bollywood item song ka video tha jahan heroine behad hot aur chote kapdo mein apni sexy kamar lachka rahi thi aur background mein crowd pagal ho raha tha.
Huma ke dimaag mein ek shandar aur shaitani idea aaya. Usne muskura kar dance club ki ladkiyon ki taraf dekha aur boli:
"Ek minute! Kala Chashma ko goli maaro. Usme bahut mehnat hai. Mujhe bas is item song par nachao."
Riya ne hairani se poocha, "Item song? Par iske steps..."
Huma ne apni heavy chest aur patli kamar ko haath lagate hue kaha, "Steps ki aisi ki taisi! Tum bas mujhe ekdam sexy aur chote kapde pehna do—ek tight choli aur choti si ghagra-skirt. Main stage par jaakar bas apni sexy body ko music par shake karungi aur thumke lagaungi. Mujhe pata hai ki mardo ko kab aur kaise pagal karna hai. Jab main apni kamar lachkaungi na, toh pure college ke ladke aur wahan baithe seniors tharak ke maare stage par hi gir padenge. Koi steps nahi dekhega!"
Dance club ki ladkiyan ek-doosre ka muh dekhne lagin, aur phir sabke chehron par ek shaitani muskaan aa gayi. "Idea toh solid hai!"
Nisha aur baki ladkiyon ne turant bina koi waqt ganwaye Huma ko taiyaar karna shuru kiya. Unhone use ek behad chamkili aur tight gulabi choli pehnayi jo uske bhaari boobs ko mushkil se dhak rahi thi, aur neeche ek behad choti aur dhili-dhili ghagra-skirt pehnayi jo uski patli kamar par tiki thi. Dupatte ko unhone hata hi diya taaki uski gori peeth poori tarah chamke.
Costume pehan kar Huma jab mirror ke samne khadi hui, toh use thoda darr aur thoda excitement dono ek sath feel ho raha tha. Green room ki AC ki thandi hawa uske nange badan aur gori thighs par lag rahi thi, jisse uski thand aur badh gayi. Woh thithurte hue boli, "Yaar Nisha, kuch zyada hi thand lag rahi hai is kapde mein... aur kuch pehnane ke liye nahi hai kya?"
Nisha ne haste hue uske baal khule chhode aur boli, "Kuch aur pehna diya toh log item song par nahi, tere kapdon par dhyan denge. Ab chal, teri bari hai!"
Tabhi mic par anchor ki aawaz goonji:
"And now, ladies and gentlemen! Humare dance club ki sabse garam aur dhansoo performer... Huma! Woh aaj aap sab ke samne ek behad hot item song par dance karne ja rahi hain! Put your hands together for Huma!"
Apna naam sunkar Huma ke pet mein chintiyon ne daud lagayi. Uska dil dhadak-dhadak karke gale tak aa gaya. Performance area ki lights on ho chuki thin aur crowd ka shor sunai de raha tha. Huma ne ek lambi saans li aur aage badh gayi.
Stage par kadam rakhte hi spotlight sidhe uske gore badan par padi. Chote kapdon mein Huma ki voluptuous body ko dekh kar niche baithe ladkon aur seniors ne seetiyan aur taaliyan bajana shuru kar diya. Huma ne muskura kar apni kamar lachkayi aur music shuru hone ka wait karne lagi.
Lekin yahin se Huma ki kismat ne aisi karwat li ki comedy of errors shuru ho gayi.
Jaise hi DJ ne music play kiya, speakers se pehle toh ajeeb si chn-chn-chn ki aawaz aayi, aur phir achanak behad tez fati hui aawaz mein ek track shuru hua. Lekin woh koi dance number nahi tha, balki galti se DJ ne ek purana shadi ka bhajan play kar diya—"Suno Suno Deviyon aur Sajjano..."
Crowd mein sannata chha gaya. Huma wahan freeze ho gayi, uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Backstage se Nisha ne DJ ke sar par thappad maara aur chilayi, "Oye pagal! Ye kya chalaya? Actual track chala!"
DJ ne hadbadi mein button dabaya, aur music change hokar wahi item song shuru hua. Huma ne chain ki saans li aur thumka lagana shuru kiya. Usne apni kamar jaise hi hilayi, crowd phir se chilla utha, "Huma! Huma!"
Huma abhi form mein aa rahi thi aur thoda aur ghoom kar apni gaand matkane hi wali thi ki tabhi main speaker se *BOOM!* ki aawaz aayi aur usme se dhuan nikalne laga. Sound system ka amplifier phuk chuka tha. Track achanak se band ho gaya aur speakers se ek behad tez aur kaan phaad dene wali *shhh-screeech* ki aawaz aane lagi.
Huma ne darr ke maare apne kaan band kar liye. Par hadbadi mein wahan lage heavy mist-fan (paani spray karne wale pankhe) ka pipe toot gaya aur floor par paani behne laga, jisse pure platform ki satah bilkul gili aur slipry ho gayi.
Backstage se Farzana ne chillakar ishara kiya, "Huma! Bina music ke hi thumka maar! Crowd shor macha raha hai!"
Huma ne socha ki chalo, bina music ke hi kuch thumke maar kar scene sambhalti hoon. Usne apna pair aage badhaya aur apni kamar ko ek jhatka diya. Lekin gili floor par Huma ke nange pair ne grip khodi. Uska ek foot aage phisla aur woh balance khote hue cartoon characters ki tarah hawa mein haath-pair chalane lagi.
"Areee baap reeee!" Huma chilayi.
Huma ne girte-girte paas lage ek mic stand ko pakadne ki koshish ki. Par woh stand pakadte hi toot gaya aur Huma us heavy metal pipe ke sath seedhe aage ki taraf phisalti chali gayi. Platform ke kinare par rakhe flower pots se takra kar woh pots bhi niche gire aur unka mitti-keechad Huma ke chehre aur choli par phail gaya.
Lekin tamasha yahan bhi nahi ruka. Huma ka momentum itna tez tha ki woh bilkul edge par pahunch gayi. Neeche first row mein college ke principal aur strict teachers baithe the. Huma ne girte-girte khud ko sambhalne ki aakhri koshish ki, par aakhir-kaar woh platform se seedhe neeche ja giri—aur theek pehli row mein baithe physics ke chashme wale senior professor, Mr. Sharma, ki god mein ja dhahi!
Huma ka bhaari jism aur mic stand jab Mr. Sharma par gire, toh dono chairs ke sath piche ki taraf zameen par dher ho gaye. Aur is koshish mein, Huma ki choli ka ek strap toot gaya, jise usne jaldi se ek haath se chhipane ki koshish ki, jabki dusre haath se unka chashma uski ghagra mein atka hua tha.
Pure hall mein sannata chha gaya, aur phir agle hi pal sab ke sab pet pakad kar hasne lage. Juniors aur seniors sab floor par lot-pot ho rahe the.
Huma ke chehre par keechad laga tha, baal bikhre hue the, ek haath choli par tha aur woh professor ke upar giri hui thi. Usne man hi man socha, "Farzu saali, tera flat mil na mil, mera janaza toh aaj pakka nikal gaya!"
Farzu, jo backstage khadi dard se karrahte hue sab dekh rahi thi, jaldi se langdate hue neeche aayi aur Nisha ki madad se Huma ko uthaya. Huma ka sharm ke maare bura haal tha. Uska gora badan mitti se sana hua tha, aur choli ka strap tootne ki wajah se woh ek haath se apni izzat ko sambhale roti-roti wahan se bhaag khadi hui. Woh seedhe green room mein gayi, jaldi se apne sadharan kapde pehne, aur bag uthakar bina kisi se mile chupchaap campus se ghar bhaag gayi.
Agle char-panch din Huma ne college jaane se saaf mana kar diya. Jab bhi Ammi poochti ki woh classes kyun nahi ja rahi, toh Huma sar dard ya bukhar ka bahana bana kar cooler ke samne chadar taan kar let jaati. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi scene ghoomta—woh slip hona, mic stand ke sath phisalna, aur seedhe physics wale khadoos-buddhe professor Sharma ki god mein girna! Huma ko lagta tha ki agar woh ab campus gayi, toh pure college ke ladke aur seniors use dekh kar hasenge aur taane marenge.
Farzu ne use lagatar call aur message kiye, par Huma ne kisi ka dhang se jawab nahi diya. Aakhir-kaar, paanchve din Farzu khud langdate hue Huma ke ghar pahunchi.
Huma ne use apne kamre mein liya aur darwaza band karke gusse mein boli, "Saali! Teri wajah se meri poore college mein thoo-thoo ho gayi! Main ab kabhi us jagah kadam nahi rakhungi!"
Farzu ne haskar uske kandhe par haath rakha, "Arrey meri pyari darling! Tu bilkul pagal hai kya? Ek baar chal toh sahi mere sath. College mein koi teri beizzati nahi kar raha hai, balki kuch aur hi chal raha hai. Tu chalegi tabhi toh dekh payegi!"
Farzu ke bahut manane aur kasmein dene ke baad, Huma agle din college jaane ke liye raazi ho gayi. Usne ek bada sa dupatta lapeta aur chashma pehankar dabe paon campus mein dakhil hui, jaise koi chor ghus raha ho. Uska dil darr ke maare tez dhadak raha tha.
Cafeteria ke paas pahunchte hi, Huma ne dekha ki wahan ladkon ka ek bada group baitha tha aur aapas mein bade utsah se baat kar raha tha. Huma ne darrte hue apne kaan unki taraf lagaye.
Ek ladka bol raha tha, "Bhai, welcome fest mein jo dance club ki taraf se ladki aayi thi... kya aag thi yaar! Maine waisi sexy kamar aur heavy boobs aaj tak nahi dekhe!"
Dusra ladka bola, "Haan yaar! Par woh thi kaun? Kisi ko uska naam pata chala kya?"
Teesra bola, "Arrey, anchor ne koi 'Huma' naam pukara tha, par hamare batch ki Huma toh ekdum shareef salwar-suit wali hai, woh aisi hot item girl thodi na ho sakti hai! Aur waise bhi, us dance karne wali ka chehra toh poora keechad aur mitti se dhaka hua tha, aur baal bikhre hue the. Kisi ko pata hi nahi chala ki woh kaun thi! Humare college ki koi 'Mysterious Hottie' hai woh!"
Huma ke hosh ud gaye. Usne aage badh kar canteen ke paas baithe seniors ki baatein bhi suni. Woh sab bhi welcome fest ki 'Mysterious Hot Performer' ki hi charcha kar rahe the. Koi keh raha tha ki woh koi bahar ki professional dancer thi, toh koi keh raha tha ki woh college ki sabse sexy aur chhipi hui rani hai jise koi dhoop mein dekh hi nahi paata. Sab uski lachakti body aur husn ki taareefon ke pull baandh rahe the, aur uske stage se girne ko log 'wild aur crazy performance style' samajh rahe the!
Kisi ko door-door tak andaza nahi tha ki roz simple salwar-suit mein aane wali tehzabi Huma hi woh item girl thi jo professor Sharma ki god mein giri thi. Sabke dimaag mein woh mitti-keechad se sana hot avatar ek 'mysterious item dancer' ban kar chhap chuka tha.
Yeh sunte hi Huma ke chehre par jo darr tha, woh pal bhar mein gayab ho gaya. Uska sharmila chehra ab ek harami aur ghamandi muskaan mein badal gaya. Usne dupatta thoda khiskaya, apne heavy boobs ko aage ki taraf push kiya aur apni chal mein ek sexy lachak laate hue canteen ki taraf badh gayi.
Usne man hi man socha, "Wah! Choli tuti toh tuti, par izzat ka toh solid promotion ho gaya! Chalo, ab is 'Mysterious Hottie' ka tag lekar college mein thoda aur dhab-dhab machate hain!"
Farzu ne peeche se aakar Huma ki kamar par chutki kaati aur dhiime se boli, "Kyun begum? Khus ho na?"
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Huma college ki cafeteria mein ek corner table par baithi aaram se apni chocolate-loaded cold coffee ke maze le rahi thi. Cafeteria mein behad shor-sharaba tha. Pure college mein ek alag hi chahal-pahal thi, kyunki aaj juniors ka welcome fest—fresher's party shuru hone wali thi. Har taraf colorful banners, balloons aur mic testing ki aawazein aa rahi thin: "Hello, mic testing, one-two-three..."
Huma ne cold coffee ki straw se ek lamba sip liya aur wahan ghoom rahe naye-naye darr-sehme freshers ko dekhne lagi. Unhe dekh kar use apne college ke shuruati din yaad aa gaye, jab woh bhi aisi hi sahmi hui masoom chidiya ban kar ghoomti thi.
Lekin unhi lamhon ke beech, use apne freshman year ka ek aisa kaand kissa yaad aa gaya jise soch kar hi uski muniya mein thodi gudgudi hone lagi. Usne yaad kiya ki kaise ek lambe, chode senior ne—jo us waqt student council ka lead tha aur bade roob mein tha—use registration line se utha kar dushala room (backstage storage) mein documents verify karne ke bahane bula liya tha. Huma tab ekdum naye-naye suit mein sharif ban kar aayi thi. Senior ne use raub dikhate hue room lock kiya aur uski gulabi salwar ka nada khol kar use wahan rakhe plastic ke purane drums par jhuka diya tha. Senior ke mote auzaar ne jab pehli baar Huma ki tight aur gili chut ko choda tha, toh Huma ne shor machane ke bajaye pura maza liya tha.
"Uff... pehla din aur pehli chudai... woh bhi registrar office ke theek peeche," Huma ne man hi man socha aur sharm se laal ho gayi. Usne jaldi se cold coffee ka cup table par rakha aur apne chehre par haath pherte hue khud ko sambhala. "Shit! Koi dekh lega to sochenge main pata nahi kya soch kar blushing kar rahi hoon. Ek toh ye tharak bhi na, kahin bhi shuru ho jati hai."
Huma abhi apne kapde aur dupatta thik karke class ki taraf jaane ke liye khadi hi hui thi ki cafeteria ke exit door par aate hi peeche se kisi ne zor se chilla kar uska naam pukara:
"Huma! Huma! Ruko yaar!"
Huma ne mud kar dekha. Dance club ki do members—Nisha aur Riya—haanphate hue uski taraf bhaag kar aa rahi thin. Unke chehron par aisi ghabraahat thi jaise unhone kisi chapri ka 8-inch ka auzaar dekh liya ho.
Huma ne rukte hue poocha, "Kya hua tum dono ko? Aise kyun bhaag rahi ho?"
Nisha ne Huma ka haath pakad liya, "Yaar Huma, shukr hai tu mil gayi! Tujhe abhi ke abhi fresher fest mein perform karna hoga!"
Huma ke hosh ud gaye. Usne hairani se apni badi-badi aankhein failayi aur boli, "Kya?! Pagal ho gayi ho kya? Main kyun perform karoon? Main toh dance club ki official performer bhi nahi hoon aur na hi maine koi practice ki hai!"
Riya ne ghabra kar kaha, "Arrey sun toh sahi! Jo ladki main lead mein perform karne wali thi, uska pair mud gaya hai aur woh chal bhi nahi pa rahi."
Huma ne turant dimaag lagaya, "Kaun? Farzana?"
"Haan! Farzana! Woh abhi college ke nurse's office mein hai. Jaldi chal humare sath!" Nisha ne Huma ko khinchte hue kaha.
Huma bina kuch soche-samjhe nurse's office ki taraf bhaagi. Raste mein juniors aur seniors use dekh rahe the, par Huma ki poori tawajju Farzana par thi.
Jaise hi Huma ne nurse's office ka darwaza khola, usne dekha ki Farzu (Farzana) ek bed par baithi thi. Uske ek pair par bandage bandha hua tha aur uske haath mein ice pack tha. Farzana ka chehra rona-rona ho rakha tha aur aasu tapak rahe the. Usne jaise hi Huma ko andar aate dekha, uski aankhon mein umeed ki kiran chamak uthi.
"Humaaa!" Farzu lagbhag rote hue chillayi aur Huma ke gale lag gayi. "Meri kismat hi kharab hai yaar! Stage ke peeche chalte-chulte mera pair udhar pade ek wiring board par phisal gaya aur ab dekho... itna bada sprain ho gaya!"
Huma ne uske pair ko dekha, "Arrey baap re! Par ab kya hoga? Show toh agle 15 minute mein shuru hone wala hai!"
Farzu ne Huma ke dono haath pakad liye, uski aankhon mein aansu the aur woh rote-rote boli, "Huma, meri jaan, please meri jagah tu perform kar le! Agar humne show cancel kiya toh dance club ki beizzati ho jayegi. Aur tu toh mera poora dance routine jaanti hai!"
Huma ne apna haath peeche khinchte hue chidkar kaha, "Farzu, tu dimaag se khisak gayi hai kya? Mujhe dhang se chalna nahi aata aur tu keh rahi hai ki main itne bade crowd ke samne stage par dance karoon? Mujhse nahi hoga!"
Farzu ne haath jodte hue kaha, "Arrey koshish toh kar! Wahan stage par bas chote kapde pehan kar thoda thumka lagana hai, baki sab lighting aur crowd sambhal lega!"
Huma ko Farzu par bada gussa aaya. "Saali! Khud ka pair tod kar baith gayi aur ab mujhe sabke samne nanga karke nachana chahti hai!" Par Farzu uski best friend thi, aur uski rote hue shakal dekh kar Huma ka dil pighal gaya. Huma ne apna gussa thukte hue kaha, "Chal theek hai! Tere liye kar rahi hoon ye, baad mein iska hisab lungi."
Huma jaldi se dance club ke room mein gayi jahan baki ladkiyan costume aur makeup lekar tayyar khadi thin. Kuch hi der mein Farzu bhi nurse's office se dard ke maare langdate aur karrahte hue kisi tarah wahan aa pahunchi. Woh bhale hi chal nahi pa rahi thi, par apni best friend ka hausla badhane ke liye usne sara dard bardasht kiya aur wahan chali aayi. Nisha ne turant apne phone par woh dance routine play kiya jo Farzana ko perform karna tha. Gaana tha—"Kala Chashma".
Huma ne jaise hi screen par Katrina Kaif ke fast-paced hip-hop steps aur jumping moves dekhe, uske haath-pair phool gaye. Huma ne chillate hue kaha, "Oye! Ye kya hai? Ye ladki toh bandar ki tarah ud rahi hai! Itne advanced steps mere se is 10 minute mein kaise honge? Main toh pehle hi step par stage se neeche gir jaungi!"
Dance club ki baki ladkiyan bhi pareshan ho gayin. Sab aapas mein bahas karne lagin ki ab kaun sa gaana lagayein aur kya karein.
Tabhi Huma ki nazar YouTube par chal rahe usi clip ke side mein ek doosre suggested track par padi. Woh ek mashhoor Bollywood item song ka video tha jahan heroine behad hot aur chote kapdo mein apni sexy kamar lachka rahi thi aur background mein crowd pagal ho raha tha.
Huma ke dimaag mein ek shandar aur shaitani idea aaya. Usne muskura kar dance club ki ladkiyon ki taraf dekha aur boli:
"Ek minute! Kala Chashma ko goli maaro. Usme bahut mehnat hai. Mujhe bas is item song par nachao."
Riya ne hairani se poocha, "Item song? Par iske steps..."
Huma ne apni heavy chest aur patli kamar ko haath lagate hue kaha, "Steps ki aisi ki taisi! Tum bas mujhe ekdam sexy aur chote kapde pehna do—ek tight choli aur choti si ghagra-skirt. Main stage par jaakar bas apni sexy body ko music par shake karungi aur thumke lagaungi. Mujhe pata hai ki mardo ko kab aur kaise pagal karna hai. Jab main apni kamar lachkaungi na, toh pure college ke ladke aur wahan baithe seniors tharak ke maare stage par hi gir padenge. Koi steps nahi dekhega!"
Dance club ki ladkiyan ek-doosre ka muh dekhne lagin, aur phir sabke chehron par ek shaitani muskaan aa gayi. "Idea toh solid hai!"
Nisha aur baki ladkiyon ne turant bina koi waqt ganwaye Huma ko taiyaar karna shuru kiya. Unhone use ek behad chamkili aur tight gulabi choli pehnayi jo uske bhaari boobs ko mushkil se dhak rahi thi, aur neeche ek behad choti aur dhili-dhili ghagra-skirt pehnayi jo uski patli kamar par tiki thi. Dupatte ko unhone hata hi diya taaki uski gori peeth poori tarah chamke.
Costume pehan kar Huma jab mirror ke samne khadi hui, toh use thoda darr aur thoda excitement dono ek sath feel ho raha tha. Green room ki AC ki thandi hawa uske nange badan aur gori thighs par lag rahi thi, jisse uski thand aur badh gayi. Woh thithurte hue boli, "Yaar Nisha, kuch zyada hi thand lag rahi hai is kapde mein... aur kuch pehnane ke liye nahi hai kya?"
Nisha ne haste hue uske baal khule chhode aur boli, "Kuch aur pehna diya toh log item song par nahi, tere kapdon par dhyan denge. Ab chal, teri bari hai!"
Tabhi mic par anchor ki aawaz goonji:
"And now, ladies and gentlemen! Humare dance club ki sabse garam aur dhansoo performer... Huma! Woh aaj aap sab ke samne ek behad hot item song par dance karne ja rahi hain! Put your hands together for Huma!"
Apna naam sunkar Huma ke pet mein chintiyon ne daud lagayi. Uska dil dhadak-dhadak karke gale tak aa gaya. Performance area ki lights on ho chuki thin aur crowd ka shor sunai de raha tha. Huma ne ek lambi saans li aur aage badh gayi.
Stage par kadam rakhte hi spotlight sidhe uske gore badan par padi. Chote kapdon mein Huma ki voluptuous body ko dekh kar niche baithe ladkon aur seniors ne seetiyan aur taaliyan bajana shuru kar diya. Huma ne muskura kar apni kamar lachkayi aur music shuru hone ka wait karne lagi.
Lekin yahin se Huma ki kismat ne aisi karwat li ki comedy of errors shuru ho gayi.
Jaise hi DJ ne music play kiya, speakers se pehle toh ajeeb si chn-chn-chn ki aawaz aayi, aur phir achanak behad tez fati hui aawaz mein ek track shuru hua. Lekin woh koi dance number nahi tha, balki galti se DJ ne ek purana shadi ka bhajan play kar diya—"Suno Suno Deviyon aur Sajjano..."
Crowd mein sannata chha gaya. Huma wahan freeze ho gayi, uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Backstage se Nisha ne DJ ke sar par thappad maara aur chilayi, "Oye pagal! Ye kya chalaya? Actual track chala!"
DJ ne hadbadi mein button dabaya, aur music change hokar wahi item song shuru hua. Huma ne chain ki saans li aur thumka lagana shuru kiya. Usne apni kamar jaise hi hilayi, crowd phir se chilla utha, "Huma! Huma!"
Huma abhi form mein aa rahi thi aur thoda aur ghoom kar apni gaand matkane hi wali thi ki tabhi main speaker se *BOOM!* ki aawaz aayi aur usme se dhuan nikalne laga. Sound system ka amplifier phuk chuka tha. Track achanak se band ho gaya aur speakers se ek behad tez aur kaan phaad dene wali *shhh-screeech* ki aawaz aane lagi.
Huma ne darr ke maare apne kaan band kar liye. Par hadbadi mein wahan lage heavy mist-fan (paani spray karne wale pankhe) ka pipe toot gaya aur floor par paani behne laga, jisse pure platform ki satah bilkul gili aur slipry ho gayi.
Backstage se Farzana ne chillakar ishara kiya, "Huma! Bina music ke hi thumka maar! Crowd shor macha raha hai!"
Huma ne socha ki chalo, bina music ke hi kuch thumke maar kar scene sambhalti hoon. Usne apna pair aage badhaya aur apni kamar ko ek jhatka diya. Lekin gili floor par Huma ke nange pair ne grip khodi. Uska ek foot aage phisla aur woh balance khote hue cartoon characters ki tarah hawa mein haath-pair chalane lagi.
"Areee baap reeee!" Huma chilayi.
Huma ne girte-girte paas lage ek mic stand ko pakadne ki koshish ki. Par woh stand pakadte hi toot gaya aur Huma us heavy metal pipe ke sath seedhe aage ki taraf phisalti chali gayi. Platform ke kinare par rakhe flower pots se takra kar woh pots bhi niche gire aur unka mitti-keechad Huma ke chehre aur choli par phail gaya.
Lekin tamasha yahan bhi nahi ruka. Huma ka momentum itna tez tha ki woh bilkul edge par pahunch gayi. Neeche first row mein college ke principal aur strict teachers baithe the. Huma ne girte-girte khud ko sambhalne ki aakhri koshish ki, par aakhir-kaar woh platform se seedhe neeche ja giri—aur theek pehli row mein baithe physics ke chashme wale senior professor, Mr. Sharma, ki god mein ja dhahi!
Huma ka bhaari jism aur mic stand jab Mr. Sharma par gire, toh dono chairs ke sath piche ki taraf zameen par dher ho gaye. Aur is koshish mein, Huma ki choli ka ek strap toot gaya, jise usne jaldi se ek haath se chhipane ki koshish ki, jabki dusre haath se unka chashma uski ghagra mein atka hua tha.
Pure hall mein sannata chha gaya, aur phir agle hi pal sab ke sab pet pakad kar hasne lage. Juniors aur seniors sab floor par lot-pot ho rahe the.
Huma ke chehre par keechad laga tha, baal bikhre hue the, ek haath choli par tha aur woh professor ke upar giri hui thi. Usne man hi man socha, "Farzu saali, tera flat mil na mil, mera janaza toh aaj pakka nikal gaya!"
Farzu, jo backstage khadi dard se karrahte hue sab dekh rahi thi, jaldi se langdate hue neeche aayi aur Nisha ki madad se Huma ko uthaya. Huma ka sharm ke maare bura haal tha. Uska gora badan mitti se sana hua tha, aur choli ka strap tootne ki wajah se woh ek haath se apni izzat ko sambhale roti-roti wahan se bhaag khadi hui. Woh seedhe green room mein gayi, jaldi se apne sadharan kapde pehne, aur bag uthakar bina kisi se mile chupchaap campus se ghar bhaag gayi.
Agle char-panch din Huma ne college jaane se saaf mana kar diya. Jab bhi Ammi poochti ki woh classes kyun nahi ja rahi, toh Huma sar dard ya bukhar ka bahana bana kar cooler ke samne chadar taan kar let jaati. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi scene ghoomta—woh slip hona, mic stand ke sath phisalna, aur seedhe physics wale khadoos-buddhe professor Sharma ki god mein girna! Huma ko lagta tha ki agar woh ab campus gayi, toh pure college ke ladke aur seniors use dekh kar hasenge aur taane marenge.
Farzu ne use lagatar call aur message kiye, par Huma ne kisi ka dhang se jawab nahi diya. Aakhir-kaar, paanchve din Farzu khud langdate hue Huma ke ghar pahunchi.
Huma ne use apne kamre mein liya aur darwaza band karke gusse mein boli, "Saali! Teri wajah se meri poore college mein thoo-thoo ho gayi! Main ab kabhi us jagah kadam nahi rakhungi!"
Farzu ne haskar uske kandhe par haath rakha, "Arrey meri pyari darling! Tu bilkul pagal hai kya? Ek baar chal toh sahi mere sath. College mein koi teri beizzati nahi kar raha hai, balki kuch aur hi chal raha hai. Tu chalegi tabhi toh dekh payegi!"
Farzu ke bahut manane aur kasmein dene ke baad, Huma agle din college jaane ke liye raazi ho gayi. Usne ek bada sa dupatta lapeta aur chashma pehankar dabe paon campus mein dakhil hui, jaise koi chor ghus raha ho. Uska dil darr ke maare tez dhadak raha tha.
Cafeteria ke paas pahunchte hi, Huma ne dekha ki wahan ladkon ka ek bada group baitha tha aur aapas mein bade utsah se baat kar raha tha. Huma ne darrte hue apne kaan unki taraf lagaye.
Ek ladka bol raha tha, "Bhai, welcome fest mein jo dance club ki taraf se ladki aayi thi... kya aag thi yaar! Maine waisi sexy kamar aur heavy boobs aaj tak nahi dekhe!"
Dusra ladka bola, "Haan yaar! Par woh thi kaun? Kisi ko uska naam pata chala kya?"
Teesra bola, "Arrey, anchor ne koi 'Huma' naam pukara tha, par hamare batch ki Huma toh ekdum shareef salwar-suit wali hai, woh aisi hot item girl thodi na ho sakti hai! Aur waise bhi, us dance karne wali ka chehra toh poora keechad aur mitti se dhaka hua tha, aur baal bikhre hue the. Kisi ko pata hi nahi chala ki woh kaun thi! Humare college ki koi 'Mysterious Hottie' hai woh!"
Huma ke hosh ud gaye. Usne aage badh kar canteen ke paas baithe seniors ki baatein bhi suni. Woh sab bhi welcome fest ki 'Mysterious Hot Performer' ki hi charcha kar rahe the. Koi keh raha tha ki woh koi bahar ki professional dancer thi, toh koi keh raha tha ki woh college ki sabse sexy aur chhipi hui rani hai jise koi dhoop mein dekh hi nahi paata. Sab uski lachakti body aur husn ki taareefon ke pull baandh rahe the, aur uske stage se girne ko log 'wild aur crazy performance style' samajh rahe the!
Kisi ko door-door tak andaza nahi tha ki roz simple salwar-suit mein aane wali tehzabi Huma hi woh item girl thi jo professor Sharma ki god mein giri thi. Sabke dimaag mein woh mitti-keechad se sana hot avatar ek 'mysterious item dancer' ban kar chhap chuka tha.
Yeh sunte hi Huma ke chehre par jo darr tha, woh pal bhar mein gayab ho gaya. Uska sharmila chehra ab ek harami aur ghamandi muskaan mein badal gaya. Usne dupatta thoda khiskaya, apne heavy boobs ko aage ki taraf push kiya aur apni chal mein ek sexy lachak laate hue canteen ki taraf badh gayi.
Usne man hi man socha, "Wah! Choli tuti toh tuti, par izzat ka toh solid promotion ho gaya! Chalo, ab is 'Mysterious Hottie' ka tag lekar college mein thoda aur dhab-dhab machate hain!"
Farzu ne peeche se aakar Huma ki kamar par chutki kaati aur dhiime se boli, "Kyun begum? Khus ho na?"
